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Subject:	Just got wind of THIS...what the FUCK?!
Time:	12:28 am.
Mood:	bitchy.

Okay, health care is seriously fucked up beyond every ass in the universe.

Apparently, I'm JUUUUUUUUST above the retarded fucking AGE CAP for getting a swine flu vaccine shot. WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT DOES A FEW YEARS MATTER?

When I get sick with the flu, I get so sick it's like a debate on going to the ER. I could DIE if I catch this bug, and the fucking insurance is being all asshole about letting me get the shot. FUCK YOU! I have shit going on around Christmas and if I get sick it's ALWAYS on Christmas. I NEED MY VOICE FOR MIDNIGHT MASS!

Oh, and on top of everything I saw an awesome goth-like dress in Hot Topic and of COURSE the piece of shit didn't fit.

FUCK THIS WHOLE DAY!!!!!!!

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Subject:	Ha.
Time:	9:48 pm.
Mood:	irritated.

No matter what any fucker out there says, I know the movieverse Optimus I write is accurate.

Peter Cullen HIMSELF told me so.

Call me a liar if you want, but I know he wrote it to me, that it's true and if other people can't accept that then fuck them.

I won't even go into the old "porn" song and dance again. I prefer the term "erotica" myself, but whatfucking ever.

I'm off to go get drunk and pass out. Fuck you later, assholes.

P.S. By the way, that dumbass fuckball at Botcon who caused the Cullen panel to end early with his stupid "Have you ever read OptimusxMegatron slash?" question--if you were doing that to try and make me look bad, nice TRY. Too bad my fic was OptimusxMIKAELA. You made YOURSELF look like a fool and THAT is how Peter Cullen will remember you. I hope you're happy :)

This will forever be my best Botcon moment EVER.

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Subject:	Oh boy.
Time:	11:06 am.

The lady who sits right next to me in choir showed up on Friday night(our new rehearsal day now) with a bad cough. My director called me today and informed me she tested positive for the swine flu virus.

And my throat hurts right now.

FUCK. I hope it's a dry throat and NOT the flu. I swear if I get sick I will hate that stupid bitch forever for coming to choir SICK.

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Subject:	Oh, I HATE being volunteered to do shit without being asked first!
Time:	11:35 am.
Mood:	angry.

I HATE, HATE, HAAAAAATE IT!

It's a million degrees outside, and my dad volunteers me to go rake the fucking yard so mom doesn't have to. She was going to do it later today when it cooled off. I told dad she probably wouldn't want me to since she always says "don't worry about it" if I ask. But he goes and asks and suddenly it's "okay, go ahead!" Dad shoves the rake at me and tells me not to get an attitude about it. Then he goes to sit on his fat ass and takes a nap!

I'm tired. I'm sweaty. I'm overheated. I wasted away half the day I intended to spend WRITING and now I'm not even in the mood to write.

FUCK THIS SHIT!

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Subject:	Interesting info about autism being genetic.
Time:	6:43 pm.

Go read for yourself.

Here's part of it:

In the case of autism, the likelihood that the sibling of an affected child also would be affected is between three and six percent. This number is small enough that family doctors probably would never see enough cases of two affected siblings in the same family to suspect a genetic influence. Nonetheless, this incidence is about 100 times greater than the rate at which autism affects unrelated people in the population. Compounding the problems of rarity, another difficulty in detecting the genetic origins of autism is the lack of family pedigrees. Unlike people who inherit Huntington disease, a genetic disease that does not strike until after the affected person has reached reproductive age, persons affected with autism are so socially disabled that they never marry and have children. Thus, researchers do not have the extended family histories that have played such a critical role in the identification of genes implicated in cystic fibrosis, breast cancer, and other diseases.

Such a high genetic contribution appears to be the exception rather than the rule when considering complex behaviors. This is probably because a relatively small number of genes may be involved in autism (but certainly more than one), whereas other behaviors may be influenced by many genes.

To identify the specific genes influencing autism, scientists initiated an international collaboration in 1996. As a result of this work and further studies, we someday may have a better understanding of the brain differences that lead to the bizarre and conflicting behaviors of persons who are autistic.

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Subject:	OMG ROFL!!! PETER CULLEN IS EPIC.
Time:	8:56 am.

My friend got the audio from my question in Peter Cullen's Botcon panel uploaded.

Since I mumble a lot, here's what I'm saying:

Me: Hello, Mr. Cullen. You're amazing at what you do and I've got kind of a funny request--one that a few of the girls might like. What is Optimus Prime's best pick up line?

After the shouts of "ooooooooooh!" and the laughing settled down, Mr. Cullen was all "Hmm..." to think about it, and then the place went silent when he said it...

http://www.box.net/shared/4jvdqbuqle (mp3 format. OMFGPRIME *Dies*)

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Subject:	Wait, so I"m the jerk?
Time:	12:40 pm.
Mood:	pissed off.

Tell me if this doesn't make sense to you either.

Dad says "I'll be right there to look at such and such on the computer."

Okay, so I waited, thinking it'd be five or ten minutes. I sit for an hour. Dad doesn't come in. I wait an hour and a half, dad doesn't show up.

I give up on waiting and start doing something else--mostly in the form of letting Windows update do its thing.

Suddenly, dad decides he's ready to look at this thing and then he gets all mad at me when I tell him he can't right now. I told him I sat literally for an hour and a half doing NOTHING. LITERALLY, NOTHING...waiting on him, and *I* am the jerk because I didn't wait for the two hour mark?

THAT WAS TIME I COULD HAVE SPENT WRITING!

Grrrr........!

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Subject:	Snooping in my stuff?
Time:	7:58 am.

Dad is all shitty at me because I showed him the fic I gave to Peter Cullen at Botcon. Well he was until I showed him the letter Mr. Cullen wrote back telling me how much he'd loved it.

My dad thought it was selfish of me to do that.

WTF?! How is it selfish to share a piece of fanwork with somebody who IS that fandom?

Peter Cullen LOVED "A Dance to Remember". He LOVED it.

I remember at the end of the panel, as he was being ushered out, he looked at me with a smile and winked like Optimus winked at Mikaela in the fic. I didn't know what it meant then, but now I do.

So, dad, get the fuck off my back! You don't understand the fandom, so stop making stupid assumptions. Peter Cullen is a mature adult anyway, geez. It's not like I handed him the sex version anyway! (I kinda like the version I gave him better anyway because it's got a helluva lot of tension in it).

Anyway...I really hate society's idea of "I don't understand it, so it sucks" at all. I don't hate on Twilight because I haven't read it. I have no interest in it, so I'm just "meh" about it. I HATE Britney Spears because I've heard her music and she sounds like dying cats assraping a monkey. Okay?

Good.

Now fuck off, I'm tired of you.

*goes off to write*

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Subject:	Twilight Princess...I HATE YOU.
Time:	7:58 pm.
Mood:	angry.

That fucking retarded ass piece of shit bitchy Zelda game. I fucking blucking rucking HATE it. Why?

I'll be intense in an RP or writing something hyper emotional and mom will barge into my room with "Look up blapidy blah level on Zelda. I'm stuck."

EVERY FUCKING NIGHT NOW!

I hate that game. I will never play it. I'd love to burn the fucker. It's ruining my RP and writing!!!!!!!

FUCK YOU, ZELDA GAME! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!

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Subject:	Bastards who don't understand.
Time:	6:52 pm.
Mood:	hot.

How hard is it to say "I can't handle hot weather?"

I have no heat tolerance at all.

YOU ARE NOT THE ONE WHO WAS ON THE FLOOR, GLASSY EYED WITH A TEMPERATURE OVER 100F YESTERDAY!

I drink water. I drink ice water. I drink water, get my shirt wet so it gets cold and I sit in front of the fan, but the heat eventually gets to me. I almost had to go to the fucking hospital today!

AND YOU STILL WON'T LET ME TURN ON THE FUCKING AIR CONDITIONER?!

SICK!

How dare you call my lying on the floor, gasping for air "dramatics."

How fucking DARE you tell me to grow up and the heat isn't that bad.

HOW DARE YOU threaten to take the computer away if I didn't get up and stop crying!

FUCK YOU!

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Subject:	I hate summer.
Time:	6:16 pm.
Mood:	hot.

It's too fucking hot to do anything and the ac bill is so fucking ridiculous that we only run it on days where it gets to 95 or more. And even then only in the afternoon so it never gets cool really.

Fuck money.

Fuck summer.

Fuck the heat.

Fuck my LIFE always being miserable!

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